For "Mad Dog" Severin "Heads" McCarter, from his uncle

Mad Dog's a comin,
He's ready for the world
Such a bitchin little dude,
I'm so glad its not a girl!

Ima have him chokin kids
when they try to steal his blocks,
Packin little plastic hammers,
Boppin foreheads, leavin knots.

A crazy little baby,
Straight G from the womb,
When he dies, 3 days later
He'll be missing from his tomb.

Flippin birds at his teacher
When they tell him settle down
"I'm da boss up in this b*tch,
I'm bout ta push you to da gwound!"

Rollin trikes on 26's
with the streamers made of gold,
He's a little like his uncle,
Never doing what he's told

Can't wait till he can talk
So I can teach him how to spit
All the nasty little rhymes
With a lyrical wit

Just a little longer
and he's here to stay
Then he'll be droppin bombs for you on
THUG TUESDAY

:)